Occassionally I write poetry. And even less often I actually let others read it. So you can consider this post a rarity indeed.
In His Arms
You ask me why I look at you like that
Like I’m looking through you
But I’m not
I’m looking into your soul
Seeing us intertwine
Becoming as one
Bursting with love
You see me as more than I am
A bright shining star
But all I am
All I have
And all I want to be
Is just your baby girl
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